Thou Shalt Not(81)

I was already hard, ready to be inside her. But hearing her say that somehow made me even more aroused. I felt like a fucking porn star.

I wanted her to finish.

My fingers continued to penetrate her as I licked and flicked and sucked and twirled my tongue around her. I reached my fingers deep inside her, exploring. It didn’t take long for me to find her G spot. As soon as I did, her thighs clenched inward and my face was firmly stuck between them. I couldn’t imagine a better place to be stuck. She arched her body off the bed, but I never lost contact with either my fingers or my tongue. They followed her in whatever direction she went.

Her breathing became quicker. Her thighs clenched. I didn’t stop.

She let out a louder, long “Ahhhhhh” and her whole body convulsed on the bed.

April lay still for a moment. I wanted to keep going, so I licked a few more times before I kissed around her, and back up to her thighs.

“God in heaven,” she said.

April sat up in bed, pulling my face up toward her. We kissed, hard. I was sure she would be able to taste herself on my lips but it clearly didn’t bother her at all.

“Stand up,” she said.

I obeyed, and she dropped to her knees in front of me.

She pulled my boxers down, and my dick bounced out, throbbing. Whenever my boxers were pulled down like that while I was erect, it always reminded me of a diving board after someone jumps off. It went down, shot straight up, and then settled back into its erect position.

“Oh my god,” was all she said before taking me into her mouth.

I decided very quickly that, yes, I was now indeed a fan of blowjobs.

April went slowly, like she was savoring something delicious. Her eyes remained closed, not looking up at me, not looking around. Her sole focus was on what she was doing with her mouth. I wasn’t the type to ever finish from oral sex. I think it might have happened once, in high school. But if I hadn’t mentally gone to a non-sexual place, I would have finished within three minutes. When I tried to distract myself from finishing, I always imagined being a fan at an hours-long soccer match, the game stuck in a 0-0 tie. This might be exciting for some people, but soccer makes me want to stab my eyes out.

Thankfully, I didn’t lose my erection during this mental torture. Her mouth was too good to lose it.

I wanted to be inside her.

“Get up,” I said.

I don’t often make it a habit of pulling a woman up off the ground, especially when they have my dick in their mouth. Teeth scare me. But I reached under her arms and pulled her up to her feet. My hands made their way down her back and unclasped her bra. She lowered her arms and it fell to the floor between our feet.

I once read a famous author describe a female character naked. She was tall, and the author had made a point to mention that tall women never had large breasts. Doorknobs, I think he called them. But he also praised them, saying more than a handful was always wasted anyway. Or, maybe it was more than a mouthful.

I stepped back to take in her body. Her legs were long and toned, clearly an area she took pride in. Her stomach was flat, yet bore the signs of bearing two children. This made her even sexier to me. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t doorknobs either. She would be more than a handful, even for my hands, which weren’t small.

I took a breast in my hand, and kissed all around the flesh of it, avoiding the nipple. Men who rushed straight to the nipples didn’t understand a woman’s mood, or her body. Her skin was so soft, and she tasted a little like the beach to me. It was intoxicating.

As I explored her breasts with my hands and mouth, her left hand stroked me, slowly, making sure that erection of mine wasn’t going anywhere. She had nothing to worry about.

I could feel myself getting closer once again to finishing.

God, what was this woman doing. If there was anything I was known for in the bedroom, it was my ability to have marathon sessions. Women never complained, but quickies were few and far between. Just having her hand on me made me shudder and need to control myself.

After I had my fill of her breasts, I stood upright, her hand still stroking me.

“Now.”

I laid her back on the bed and knelt between her legs, which were spread open in front of me. I had never wanted a woman this badly in my life.

I leaned forward, and slowly entered her. The first moment of sliding into a woman is the greatest single feeling a human being is capable of experiencing. It was warm, and it was wet, and it was welcoming. With April that was magnified. It felt like I was stepping into a hot shower after being freezing cold.

I slid all the way in, listening to her breathing get heavier, then her moan loudly when I was fully inside.

She looked up at me, her eyes wide.